Pairings: dbf! joel miller x dbf! jack abbot x reader
Summary: With one month left before your internship in Seattle, you'd been too busy preparing for your new life to think about Joel and Jack. That all changed the moment you came home and found yourself sitting between them during a movie.
Warnings: 18+(MDNI), heavy makeout, mock sympathy, praise kink, degradation, power imbalance, age gap, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, double vaginal penetration, being talked through it, internal stimulation, external stimulation, spitplay,dual stimulation, overstimulation, vaginal stretching (mild), dub-con (MILD), READER IS IN 20S, JOEL AND JACK ARE IN 50S,fingering, joel is an asshole, enemies to lovers, cum-eating, cum swallowing, vaginal slaps (mild) , objectification, dad's best friend trope, use of pet names (bunny).
Author’s note: This is probably my best work by FAR. I was getting hot while editing this, this is intense. LISTEN TO YOUR GIRL(RICK NOWELS VERSION) BY LANA DEL REY WHILE READING. I just wanted to add a disclaimer that my blogs do not reflect how JOEL MILLER AND JACK ABBOT act in their series and game. Please bear with me when it comes to Jack, I do not know much about him. I haven't watched Pitt yet.
It was your last month in Texas before you headed to Seattle. The upcoming internship consumed most of your time. You spent your days purchasing items for your new apartment, preparing a more professional wardrobe while also drowning in paper works. It got to the point where you were barely at home.
You haven't seen Jack and Joel often since the night of the barbeque. If you pondered the thought of them, you knew the shame would wholly devour you. So you hauled them to the back of your mind, often making an excuse to convince yourself that you were in the heat of the moment that night.
One night when you came home from buying a collection of button-downs and slacks, you noticed Jack and Joel’s old trucks parked in your dad's driveway. The sight of the vehicles forced a lump of anxiousness to form in your throat. Your heart forgot its rhythm as you made your way into the house. For a split second, you closed your eyes in an attempt to soothe your nerves.
You forced yourself to unlock the front door, your mind racing with reasons to head back in your car. When you eventually got in, you abruptly froze at the sound of laughter reverberating around the house. You heard Jack’s raspy laughs and Joel’s deep southern voice arguing with your dad over football. You cursed at yourself while moving further into the house, your breath caught in your throat. You eventually made your way into the dining room and the grip of the bags in your hands almost loosened.
Joel was the first to bring his gaze onto you, the atmosphere immediately shifting. He leaned back against the wooden chair while suddenly straightening his posture.. His attention kept going to pull away from the conversation around the table as his large hand wrapped around the neck of his bottle.
The Texas sun had left a mark on him, adding to the rough appearance he always carried. It was the best he'd ever looked. His beard was slightly fuller, streaked with more silver. The worn look in his eyes, the broadens of his shoulders and the way he looked at you while taking a drink felt unfairly attractive.
Then Jack turned his attention to you when he noticed Joel stopped engaging in the conversation. Unlike Joel, Jack didn't try to hide his reaction. The moment he saw you, a familiar grin gradually evolved on his lips, revealing a dimple you missed before.
His hair had grown slightly longer over the past few weeks, looking effortlessly charming. His eyes lingered on you causing you to almost forget about the bags hanging in your hands.
“You went shopping again?” Your dad broke the unspoken tension with an inquiry, a humorous tone of disappointment in his voice.
“Yes, I needed more stuff.” You spoke, shifting your weight as your skin scorched under his best friend’s gazes.
“Nothing is going to be able to fit in your car by the time you buy everything.”
“Looks like she bought the whole damn mall.” Joel grumbled before lifting the rim of his beer bottle back to his lips.
“Tell her she doesn't need anything else.” Your dad complained, dramatically putting his hands against his head.
“I don't know…”Jack chuckled while his bright eyes travelled over your body, prompting you to suck in a deep inhale. “I think she has room for a little more.” Joel’s eyes darted over to Jack but Jack’s gaze remained on you.
“You guys ain’t helping.” Your dad scoffed before stretching over to the pizza box sitting in the center of the table.
“She's moving across the country, she’ll need the stuff.” Joel pointed out in a sigh, something in his tone was hostile.
“We’d help her pack.” Jack grinned before crossing his arms over his chest, his muscular biceps flexing twice in size. “I'm pretty good at making things fit so she'll be just fine.”
Heat rose up your neck and Joel let out a low rumble in between drinking his beer.
“Please do because she's going to need a damn U-haul truck if she keeps on shopping.” Your dad spoke while taking a bite of the greasy pizza, completely oblivious to what Jack truly meant.
“Thank you for the offer,” You muttered, your heart hammering against your chest as you broke eye contact with your dad’s best friends. “I should start putting away some stuff.”
“Sure thing.” Your dad mumbled, too focused on eating his pizza to hear the uneasiness in your voice.
“Let us know if you need any help.” Jack commented as you swallowed and blinked at him. After giving him a small nod, you began strolling to the hallway. With every step, your mind sat on the events that took place when they claimed you.
Once you organized a few things into some boxes, you headed to the shower. You stood under the warm water for a few minutes, attempting to wash away any thoughts of your dad’s best friends. Realizing the water wasn't helping, you quickly finished washing up before stepping out of the shower with a defeated sigh. You dried off before rubbing yourself in your favorite vanilla-scented creams.
You slipped on a flowy silk night gown, skipping putting on underwear altogether to let your body breathe. Leaving the bathroom, you headed straight for the kitchen on a mission to grab a cherry coke and get back to packing.
You stopped in your tracks when your dad suddenly called your name. With an exhale, you turned toward the living room, your shoulder relaxing. Your dad leaned in his favorite Lazy Boy recliner, nursing a bowl of popcorn while Joeland Jack occupied the couch across from him. They looked over at you, sending goosebumps prickling on the surface of your skin.
“Can you grab us a beer?” Your dad politely asked with a small smile.
Your body moved faster than your brain did and you shifted towards the dining room table where a half-empty case of beer rested. You hastily took them then strolled back into the living room.
The tension between Jack and Joel was so dense that you nearly stumbled over your own feet while you gave your dad the beer. You then crouched over to give his best friends their beer, silently praying your trembling hands weren't noticeable.
Jack reached for his bottle first, his rough fingers purposefully brushing against yours. “Thank you sweetheart.”
You quietly exhaled then stretched over to Joel. Unlike Jack, you couldn't even bring yourself to meet his eyes as he accepted the beer.
“You know…I barely saw you all week.” Your dad said while cracking open his beer.
“I've been busy.” The excuse came out faster than your brain could process. You started adjusting the loose strap that had fallen off your shoulders as Jack raised an eyebrow and Joel slanted his head.
“Busy buying every pair of pants in Texas?” Jack joked, toying with the top of the beer bottle.
A tiny laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. Joel remained silent, taking a drink of his beer.
“Why don't you come watch the movie with us?” Your dad asked before throwing a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth.
“I really think I should get back to packing.” Your dad waved you a dismissive hand.
“Oh, come on,” Jack chimed in as he leaned back against the couch. “You really gonna spend your last month like this?”
“That stuff will still be there tomorrow.”
Silence settled over the room as you just stood there, your chest heaving up and down. While you glanced towards the couch, the pit in your stomach plunged with uneasiness. The only space available was between Joel and Jack.
“What are you waiting for?” Your dad hesitantly asked, perplexed by your sudden hesitation.
“We don't bite, sweetheart.” Jack commented while patting the empty middle cushion. Joel offered him a harsh glance but Jack dismissed it as a crooked smile tugged at his lips.
Your eyes flickered to them before motioning over to the couch. Once you carefully lowered yourself onto the middle cushion, you realized that the space was far smaller than you expected. Both men’s legs brushed against yours, sending an electric spark down your body.
You instantly noticed Jack shifting against the cushion, his hips lightly jolting up as his breathing became unstable. Joel closed his eyes for the briefest second before leaning forward and placing his beer onto the centerpiece.
You stared straight ahead at the television as Jack’s shoulders occasionally brushed against yours. You tried your hardest to focus on television displaying an old comedy movie but when you felt Jack scoot closer, you stiffened against the cushion.
For the next 30 minutes, all of you attended the movie; Jack or your dad would periodically make a remark about the old timer.
Jack then glanced down at you before delicately nudging your shoulder. “Want the blanket, sweetheart?” Jack rasped as he stretched his hand over to the thick cotton neatly folded on the armrest of the couch.
You drew a breath before giving him a small nod. Jack then pulled the folded blanket open, the edge of it now rested over all three of your laps.
As the movie went on,you felt him guide his large hand down to your silk-covered thigh. His grip was very strong but careful, like he was aware of your dad sitting a few feet away from you. Your breath caught as your heart pounded against your rib cage. Tiny shivers hit every inch of your body as you sat up right. The pads of his thumb lazily traced small circles on your thigh while you swept your gaze over him. If it wasn't for the slight crease in his eyebrows, no one would've guessed he wasn't completely attending to the movie.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Joel’s gaze lingering on you. A moment later, his calloused hand came to rest against your opposite thigh. Nervousness fluttered in your chest as you forced yourself to not react. While drawing in a shallow breath, you blinked more times than necessary. Their contact on your thighs was a jolt to your senses.
Joel’s eyes flickered over to Jack’s for a millisecond when he realized Jack's hand was already on you. Joel quietly exhaled through his nose, his grip against your skin showed that he was seeking to possess you.
Jack’s hand then drifted to the hem of your night gown, toying with the silky material. You opened your mouth then clamped it shut as you looked over to your dad. He had drifted to sleep, his light snores starting to mix with the movie.
A soft whimper fled your mouth when Joel took the risk to creep his hands down to your inner thigh. Jack followed, causing you to shudder as a sharp pulsing ache throbbed through you. You closed your eyes as both of their hands grazed right against your heat.
“No panties?” Joel tssked in a baritone tone as his rough fingertips slightly brushed over your cunt, pushing your nerves to tingle with desire.
“What a nasty girl.” Jack remarked, his breath fanning against the skin of your cheek as your hips jerked at their touch. Your lips parted as you turned to Jack, a moan threatening to roll off your tongue.
Their movement came to a halt when your dad let out a tired groan. In a swift motion, he pushed himself out of the recliner. You took an uneven breath as you pretended to concentrate on the movie.
“Well,” Your dad paused as he stretched his back. “I’m calling it a night,” he said while resting his bowl of popcorn on the centerpiece. Because your dad was drowsy, he didn't pay much attention to Jack and Joel being oddly close to you.
Instead, he just grabbed his empty beer bottle before switching off the living room’s lamp. Darkness settled over the house. The only light left came from the television, its blue glow flickering across the room as an old movie continued playing in the background. “You guys don’t stay up too late.” Your dad spoke as he dozily strolled out of the living room and made his way toward the hallway.
“We are about to leave soon.” Jack elucidated as the pads of his thumb circled your soft skin.
“Y'all have a good night then.” Your dad replied with a wide yawn. “When they leave, lock up.” Your dad ordered you.
“I will,” You answered, straining to maintain a stable tone.
In response, your dad lifted his half-empty beer bottle and then strolled down the hallway. Your dad eventually disappeared, his footsteps echoed before his bedroom door clicked shut.
No one was watching the television anymore, their attention was entirely on you now.
“Tell us angel,” Jack broke the silence with a mumble as his eyes observed every detail of your face. Jack’s fingertips skimmed your wet folds, along with Joel’s as he tilted his head to the side. “You really gonna leave us for Seattle?” Jack taunted as he watched you squirm. Tiny tremors of anticipation racked through your body while your stomach dipped with pleasure.
“It’s only for the internship.” You choked out while Joel gradually dragged his thick fingers against your pussy, gathering your slick. A pulse ached between your legs while a soft whine spilled out of your mouth.
“Still.” Joel murmured, feeling the warmth of his breath against your neck. “You'll be gone for a while.”
Jack hummed in agreement while his finger found its way to your cunt’s entrance. A breathy moan left your mouth as you clamped your eyes shut. “Have you been avoiding us, sweetheart?” Jack challenged, not taking his eyes off you.
“I haven't.” You huffed, a wave of heat surged up your neck as Joel began moving his fingers in small, slow circles against your swollen bud.
“Could’ve fooled me.” Joel unexpectedly grumbled. Jack grinned before slipping his index finger into you. Your mouth flew open as your hips jolted against their hand.
“Well we missed you a lot.” Jack then said before pecking a small wet kiss onto your temple, your cunt clenched around the tip of his finger.
“I missed you too.” You moaned before glancing over at Joel. In an instant, he crashed his full lips against yours. As you and Joel hungrily moved your lips in sync, Jack’s lips brushed against the skin of your neck.
Joel rubbed you in a way that made you nearly forget how to breathe. In bliss, you sobbed in between the kiss as your velvety walls fluttered around Jack’s finger. The sound of your wetness filled the air between you as they continued toying with your greedy pussy. A knot of ecstasy was forming in your lower stomach, driving you to crave more of their touch.
Due to the intense pleasure, the kiss with Joel grew too sloppy to continue, making you pull away to catch your breath. You then turned to Jack and closed the small distance between you. You gazed at him before pressing your glossy lips against his. Jack was less dominant with his kiss, he playfully teased you with his tongue. Your wet tongue lapped around him before he opened his mouth more, giving you full access to him.
A warm sensation radiated deep in you as Joel switched up his movement and gave the stimulated bud more attention. He flicked your clit at a reasonable rhythm, the motion nearly mimicking the way his tongue explored the nerve.
You loudly whimpered against Jack’s lips before pulling away. With his other hand, Jack scarcely pulled the blanket off your lap. Your chest heaved laboriously as Jack thrusted his finger deeper into you.
“Be quiet, bunny,” Joel demanded before bringing his other calloused hand over your puffy lips.
“You don't want your daddy hearing us now, do you?”Jack inquired while unexpectedly pushing another one of his thick fingers into your cunt. You gasped against Joel’s large palm as Jack curled his fingers up into your walls, pushing right against the precious spot in you. Another sharp wave of ecstasy settled low in your stomach as Jack kept attending to the spongy area. Tears began welling in your eyes as your walls molded the girth of his fingers.
A puff of air escaped through your nose as Joel resumed circling your throbbing nerve. Like a prayer, you continually moaned their names against his palm.
“You are doing so good for us,” Jack praised while pecking a small line of kisses on your hairline. “This pussy is taking me so well.”
“Look at the mess you are making.” Joel tsked before removing his palm from your lips. He quickly brought the drool-covered hand to the back of your neck, forcing you to look down at the way they are claiming your pussy. You glanced down at the creamy ring forming around Jack’s curled fingers due to the way he relentlessly drilled into you. Your thickened fluids dripped against his knuckles, your cunt crying from the dual stimulation.
Before removing his hand from your neck, he then forced you to look at him. He made a deep, rumbling sound that sent a flash of heat through you.
“You don't get to cum until you make us do.” Joel gave notice, his breath fanning against your parted lips. Joel circled your clit at a punishing pace as a guttural wail risked leaving your throat.
“We aren't letting you have your way so easily.” Jack taunted while halting deep in you so his fingertips could explore your G-spot.
You hesitantly followed their command, stretching both of your hands over to rest against their bulge. Your tensed hands palmed their heavy balls through the material of their pants as you tried to contain the loudness of your noises. Joel’s body straightened beside you while Jack jerked his hips up against your hand in eagerness.
You concentrated on unzipping their pants before hooking your fingers into the waistband of their boxers. Their gazes scorched your skin as you cautiously tugged it. Their rigid cocks instantly sprang free, their mushroom tips were angrily red from the arousal developing in them. your mouth watered from them leaking with a lot pre-cum.
Your breath hitched at the sight of them, forgetting how large they were in size. You swallowed the lump of anticipation in your throat before bringing your hands down to your swollen pussy. You slowly maneuvered your way around their busy fingers and gathered some of your juices. You slid your hands against your folds, collecting some of your own slick.
You then carried your wet hands back to their cocks, letting out a flimsy breath as the knot in your lower stomach made itself known. You placed your fluids on both of their glossy tips before curling your hands around the girth of their shafts.
“Look at our sweet girl being a slut.” Jack groaned as he resumed thrusting his fingers in you. In response to the touch, Joel made a deep, rumbling sound as his cock twitched against your fist. Jack almost threw his head back when you started drawing your hands up and down their length. The pleasure you were giving them didn't stop them from having their way with your cunt. Their hips rolled against your palm as the pad of your thumbs brushed right against the sensitive area underneath their tips.
“You like that?” The words struggled to come out of your mouth as you stroked their cocks, mirroring their pace rhythm.
Jack gave you a reassuring nod as he bit down on his bottom lip, holding back a whiny groan.
“Yes, just like that.” Joel deeply hummed in approval.
Joel’s fingers went on with moving tight circles against your sensitive nerve as he lowered his head to leach his lips onto your neck. Your body reacted on its own, arching from the contact.
“Your pussy is so perfect.” Jack said, struggling to hold back a moan. To help him, you brought your pouty lips to his. Jack moved his mouth along with yours, making out every curve of your lips with his.
The surge of euphoria forming inside of you didn't slow down, pushing you to repeatedly moan against Jack’s lips. Your legs quivered as your hands struggled to keep up with their pace.
“Poor bunny.” Joel mockingly cooed before giving your clit a few delicate slaps, a faint smile twitched at the corner of his lips. The pricking sensation practically urged you to clench your thighs shut but Jack prevented you from achieving it. With his free hand, he yanked your thigh so you remained open for them.
“Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?” After hesitantly pulling back from your lips, Jack questioned.
Joel proceeded with circling the swollen bud as your walls shuttered in wave-like motions around Jack's thick fingers. The steady rhythm from both of them brought you to the end, your hips hungrily jolted to take more of them.
“Yes, please.” You whimpered, lazily stroking their pulsing cocks.
Joel clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. “You are going to hold it in for us.” Joel ordered, his deep Southern drawl vibrating against your skin before he kissed the delicate area behind your ears. “You can do it.”
“You look so pretty when you are about to cum.” Jack commented against your temple as he pounded his fingers into you at a vicious pace. Your pussy could do nothing but swallow his fingers as your legs trembled from how close you were to your release.
“I think you can fit one more finger in you.” Joel drifted his fingers away from your clit, shifting his hand lower to your cunt’s entrance. Your eyes snapped wide as Joel pushed his finger into you. The thickness of your slick allowed him to fit in flawlessly with Jack’s fingers thrusting into you. You sobbed out from the feeling of your walls devastatingly stretched around them. Joel was immediate to match Jack’s rhythm, pushing up against your sensitive walls.
“Now you are so full of us, princess.” Jack groaned in a mocking manner as his eyes gazed down at your pussy. You greedily rocked against their hand, chasing that unbelievable tension that kept building and tightening.
You played with their velvety tips, knowing their orgasm was soon arriving by the way their cocks twitched in the hold. Your hips rolled instinctively as they found the perfect pace.
"Yes," You whispered, forcing the word out past your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Atta girl,” Joel grunted when you started moving your hips to pathetically fuck yourself with their thrusting fingers. “Take all that you need.”
You shamelessly did so, chasing your release. “Please don't stop.” You pleaded as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Can I please cum?”You sobbed out as you continued rocking against their thick fingers.
“Not yet,” Joel grunted as he thrusted his lengthy cock in your loose grip.
A breathy squirm escaped your lips as your body constricted and cunt started pulsing. “Please daddy, I'm going to cum.” You blurted out, turning mindless from the orgasm washing over you as you stroked their cocks at an urgent paste.
“Go ahead sweetheart,” Jack gave in while pumping his fingers into you. “I’m right there with you.”
Your body suddenly went as tight as an arrow and your lips parted wide. The knot in you finally snapped, sending a wave of pleasure to tingle through every nerve in your body. Joel hastily placed his hand back over your mouth, silencing the moan you wouldn't have been able to suppress.
“There you go.”Joel’s deep grunts were turning breathy as you gripped tighter on his cock, pushing him to the edge.
“That's my girl.” Jack praised as his hot mouth moved against the side of your neck. “Cum all over our fingers.”
As you entirely fell apart, they buried their fingers deep in you, pressing against the spongy spot in you as your body twitched on the couch’s cushion.
You moaned laboriously against Joel’s palm while your pussy shuddered in pulsing, throbbing waves, fully falling apart. They pumped into you a few more times until the aftershocks passed by. The hands between your legs slowed and then stopped once you relaxed.
You gazed at them through your lashes as you ran your fingers down to their base then back up up to their tip. “Be a good girl and milk us dry.” Jack rasped as he pulled his soaked fingers out of you and desperately gripped your wrist. He guided you on how to stroke his cock, prompting you to move faster; you did just that.
“You are too damn good for us, bunny.” Joel moaned before his balls drew tight and his shaft continually twitched in your hand. Your thumb skimmed against his sensitive tip until his thick ropes of cum erupted into your hands. He threw his head before muttering profanities in a whimper.
“Yes, cum for me.” You whispered while jerking them off. It didn't take long before Jack reached his release too. His milky cum slipped down your fist as his breath hitched. You milked every last drop of their warm, sticky liquid out of their twitching cocks. You didn't stop stroking them until their hips were jolting away from your hold, overstimulating their mushroom tips.
“Don't be shy,” Jack huffed in an attempt to catch his breath from the sincere orgasm. “Taste us.”
You didn't think twice about carrying your dripping hands up to your lips. You sucked the warm fluids off of your hands, the mixture of their musky and salty cum lingered on your taste buds before you thickly swallowed with a hum.
“Youforever belong to us.”
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